User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3135907-20150405042403/@comment-2246928-20150422232041

Skrodd hefted his spear, and nodded forward.

The foxes soon peered from behind a thick grove of trees at the tall ferret Rocnose, holding aloft a dead crow with a triumphant grin. "'Ere, lookit this 'un, mate! Thaz two!"

The rat beside him nodded in satisfaction, pushing together a neat pile of sticks. "Excellent work, mate. Didn't reckon yew were that good a shot, meself."

The ferret's cheeks flushed in pride as he strolled over and tossed the crow alongside the rat Burrad insultingly nicknamed "Larvey"'s kill, a fat, juicy-looking woodpigeon with a bloodied head. The ferret sat down, clutching a shortbow to his chest as he chummily surveyed the rat's work. The rat was busily picking out any wet sticks from the impressive pile of sticks and branches.

Rocnose grinned. "Not as good as yore sling-paw, mate. Moighty foine killer, all by its gudd self."

The rat paused in his work to look down at his right paw with a loving smile. "Aye, I 'spect it is."